Withered rose
The leaves have fallen like the tears from your eyes,
The rose has withered like the love you once had inside.
The stem is broken like the person within you,
Planted in barren soil to show the fruit of your ways.
With a callous heart, you pierce through my skin,
Undeniably, you represent the pain held within.
Yet, beneath the frost, where shadows softly creep,
Lies a promise of rebirth, though the wounds cut deep.
For even in the bleakest nights, when hope seems to fail,
The seeds of healing stir beneath the frost and hail.
For with time, new shoots will break through the hardened ground,
And from the darkest moments, strength and grace could be found.
@adaptableMaple1545 I love the way this poem mixes pain with hope – it’s got that real, raw feeling of heartbreak but then there’s that sense of renewal creeping in. The imagery of the leaves falling, the rose wilting, and the broken stem all paints such a vivid picture of emotional destruction, but then the idea of healing beneath the frost is so powerful. It’s like you’re saying that even when everything seems lost, there’s always the chance for something new to grow. The ending gives a sense of quiet resilience – that, in time, things can be better, even after the hardest moments. Really beautiful, heartfelt writing